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So, I called the restaurant today, since they said they'd call me to let me know either way, and they had decided not to hire me.
So there goes that one.
So there goes that one.
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
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FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
Sorry, Prak better luck with the next one.
Maxus wrote:Being wrong is something that rightly should be celebrated, because now you have a chance to correct and then you'll be better than you were five minutes ago. Perfection is a hollow shell, but perfectibility is something that is to be treasured.
Hopefully Macaroni Grill pans out. It's farther away (5 miles rather than 2, which matters when you car get 14 to the gallon), but... oh, a recap seems in order.
So Mac. Grill was another opportunity scouted out by my parents, with the kitchen manager's card and "MT&F 2-4" written on it. So last week I applied online and went in Tuesday at 3. Which is apparently the day and time that the managers have their meetings. Would have been nice to know, the hostess offered to get the manager, but that did not seem a wise action, so I said I'd come back. I called on Friday before heading out, and they went and got her... that... wasn't necessary, but I talked to her, explained I'd applied and just wanted to stop in*, and she said I could, but they preferred to not do those kind of meetings on weekends, since they can be unpredictable, so I decided to put it off to Monday.
I tried again, and didn't call, because I'd been pretty much assured she'd be there, and it was getting close to 4. She'd already left. At this point I've talked to a hostess, whoever answered the phone, the actual manager briefly over the phone, and who I'm guessing is a front of house manager. He said to try back the next day, I mentioned I'd been told that was their meeting day, and he said that if I come by before 3, it should be fine. So the next day I drove back out there at 130, resolving to fucking wait if I was early (I was, gave me a chance to read a bit of Thri Kreen of Athas), and went in to meet her at 2.
Oh, mind you-- I live in Sacramento, where the summers can get to in excess of 100 degrees, and my car's AC is out. I drive with the windows down, and stops are very unpleasant. On particularly hot days, the breeze coming through the windows doesn't exactly help a lot either.
Anyway, I go, I see an older woman, not dressed as a chef or waiter or host in the kitchen and it does in fact turn out to be her. FUCKING FINALLY.
She explains that they prefer hourly applicants to fill out an application in store, and the online is only for management. ...another fucking thing that would have been nice to know, I could have done that either of the last couple times I was there. I took the application out to my car and filled it out in the driver seat, and went back in and handed it the fuck back in.
I left hoping that this particularly persistence was being noticed.
My parents had dinner with their friends who are apparently quite well off and eat out frequently tonight, and they mentioned they'd been in to Mac. Grill recently, and were told that their friends' son (ie, me) had been in frequently and to keep it up.
SO here's hoping that this time goes better.
So Mac. Grill was another opportunity scouted out by my parents, with the kitchen manager's card and "MT&F 2-4" written on it. So last week I applied online and went in Tuesday at 3. Which is apparently the day and time that the managers have their meetings. Would have been nice to know, the hostess offered to get the manager, but that did not seem a wise action, so I said I'd come back. I called on Friday before heading out, and they went and got her... that... wasn't necessary, but I talked to her, explained I'd applied and just wanted to stop in*, and she said I could, but they preferred to not do those kind of meetings on weekends, since they can be unpredictable, so I decided to put it off to Monday.
I tried again, and didn't call, because I'd been pretty much assured she'd be there, and it was getting close to 4. She'd already left. At this point I've talked to a hostess, whoever answered the phone, the actual manager briefly over the phone, and who I'm guessing is a front of house manager. He said to try back the next day, I mentioned I'd been told that was their meeting day, and he said that if I come by before 3, it should be fine. So the next day I drove back out there at 130, resolving to fucking wait if I was early (I was, gave me a chance to read a bit of Thri Kreen of Athas), and went in to meet her at 2.
Oh, mind you-- I live in Sacramento, where the summers can get to in excess of 100 degrees, and my car's AC is out. I drive with the windows down, and stops are very unpleasant. On particularly hot days, the breeze coming through the windows doesn't exactly help a lot either.
Anyway, I go, I see an older woman, not dressed as a chef or waiter or host in the kitchen and it does in fact turn out to be her. FUCKING FINALLY.
She explains that they prefer hourly applicants to fill out an application in store, and the online is only for management. ...another fucking thing that would have been nice to know, I could have done that either of the last couple times I was there. I took the application out to my car and filled it out in the driver seat, and went back in and handed it the fuck back in.
I left hoping that this particularly persistence was being noticed.
My parents had dinner with their friends who are apparently quite well off and eat out frequently tonight, and they mentioned they'd been in to Mac. Grill recently, and were told that their friends' son (ie, me) had been in frequently and to keep it up.
SO here's hoping that this time goes better.
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
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FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
Prak,
I am only saying this due to the fact that you have been mentioning the job search, please understand I am only trying to offer what limited assistance I can.
I do not know if you are of age (18+) however if you are then; if you, like I was, find yourself trapped in a place with little opportunity for personal advancement and little money for college, the military is an option.
It is not fun, recruiters do not lie but they shade a lot and leave out all they can. If you are actually interested in this feel free to PM me and I will share what limited info I have.
I know it is not an attractive option, but it got me out of a small town, and ten years later has helped me improve my life. Not because "The military is great" or anything like that, but simply because being able to put 10 years of experience in a technical field at the top of your resume + getting a BS in exchange for signing your life away helps when you get out and apply for jobs.
Hope this helps and if not Good luck Prak.
I am only saying this due to the fact that you have been mentioning the job search, please understand I am only trying to offer what limited assistance I can.
I do not know if you are of age (18+) however if you are then; if you, like I was, find yourself trapped in a place with little opportunity for personal advancement and little money for college, the military is an option.
It is not fun, recruiters do not lie but they shade a lot and leave out all they can. If you are actually interested in this feel free to PM me and I will share what limited info I have.
I know it is not an attractive option, but it got me out of a small town, and ten years later has helped me improve my life. Not because "The military is great" or anything like that, but simply because being able to put 10 years of experience in a technical field at the top of your resume + getting a BS in exchange for signing your life away helps when you get out and apply for jobs.
Hope this helps and if not Good luck Prak.
Maxus wrote:Being wrong is something that rightly should be celebrated, because now you have a chance to correct and then you'll be better than you were five minutes ago. Perfection is a hollow shell, but perfectibility is something that is to be treasured.
Somehow I doubt Prak is the military type. Still, the army is something, I agree.
Hell, if my eyes were any good I'd have re-enlisted ages ago. At least the employment is steady.
Hell, if my eyes were any good I'd have re-enlisted ages ago. At least the employment is steady.
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Yeah, I've considered stuff like that. When Jarhead came out, I identified with the main character and started considering becoming a marine sniper. An uncle suggested air force. But honestly, I chafe under that kind of structure. As much as I hate to say it, because it makes me sound like an unpleasant stereotype, but I really hate authority, and will push against it. Basically I figure that if I went into Basic Training, either the drill sergeant or I would come out, not both, and my money would be on him.
I'm 5'11", 360+lbs, nearsighted, like my hair long, pansexual, genderqueer, and don't do things just because I was told to. I'd be a horrible soldier.
I'm 5'11", 360+lbs, nearsighted, like my hair long, pansexual, genderqueer, and don't do things just because I was told to. I'd be a horrible soldier.
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
Winnah wrote:No, No. 'Prak' is actually a Thri Kreen impersonating a human and roleplaying himself as a D&D character. All hail our hidden insect overlords.
FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
I used to volunteer with a local credit union and we had a lot of ex-military types coming through the doors. Many of them do really badly once they leave the army, since they join at a young age and have never learned to cope in an environment where they have to look after their own affairs and don't have all these people around to fall back on. Financial skills are an especial black hole.
Not all do badly, of course, or even the majority: My father was a conscript, and Covent and Meikle sound like decent people.
More worrying, and more relevantly to this discussion, a lot of soldiers have very limited ability to cope psychologically once they're away from the support network of the army. I've heard people talk about cultlike programming and external vs internal locus of self worth; I don't know the truth of it, but I have seen people come out of the army and fall into drink, drugs and spousal abuse in an effort to regain that psychological validation that the structured life and the close human confines of the army gave them.
Therefore: be careful about military service. It can fuck people up, especially vulnerable people.
Not all do badly, of course, or even the majority: My father was a conscript, and Covent and Meikle sound like decent people.
More worrying, and more relevantly to this discussion, a lot of soldiers have very limited ability to cope psychologically once they're away from the support network of the army. I've heard people talk about cultlike programming and external vs internal locus of self worth; I don't know the truth of it, but I have seen people come out of the army and fall into drink, drugs and spousal abuse in an effort to regain that psychological validation that the structured life and the close human confines of the army gave them.
Therefore: be careful about military service. It can fuck people up, especially vulnerable people.
Yeah, and we really don't need to exasperate my financial fuckheadedness, my inability to socialize with normal people, or my psychological issues.
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
Winnah wrote:No, No. 'Prak' is actually a Thri Kreen impersonating a human and roleplaying himself as a D&D character. All hail our hidden insect overlords.
FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
Financial skills are like any other skills: you just need to learn them either by level-grinding or by learning from someone who knows what they're doing.
I used to teach basic financial skills when I was volunteering. If you want me to give you a rundown I'd be happy to do so. Drop me a PM.
Social and psychological stuff I can't speak on with as much authority, but in my own case the problem wasn't so much the skills. The problem was that they ran off the stat of Positive Self Worth, and I needed to level that up before I could get my rolls to come out in a level-appropriate way.
I used to teach basic financial skills when I was volunteering. If you want me to give you a rundown I'd be happy to do so. Drop me a PM.
Social and psychological stuff I can't speak on with as much authority, but in my own case the problem wasn't so much the skills. The problem was that they ran off the stat of Positive Self Worth, and I needed to level that up before I could get my rolls to come out in a level-appropriate way.
I would agree as an Ex-Navy man that the military can and will change you. In some for the better and in some for the worse but honestly in my opinion in most it will be a mix.
I did see some people however that only stayed in due to the fact that they were either too incompetent or too psychologically broken to ever get out. On the other hand all of the good friends I have are ex-military or their spouses, and honestly I am rather harsh when it comes to incompetent fuckatude as I grew to hate it while in.
I am in no way trying to toot the military horn here, just agreeing that it is a powerful experience and that they do deliberately try to get people young and mold them. If you can maintain your sense of self and have a goal it's ok, but I have to admit the military life was not for me, mostly due to the double talk/think required.
Having to spout homily about honor while officers bang enlisted, then give them the best promotions/jobs, and people drink/drug themselves literally to death was dispiriting to say the least.
I did see some people however that only stayed in due to the fact that they were either too incompetent or too psychologically broken to ever get out. On the other hand all of the good friends I have are ex-military or their spouses, and honestly I am rather harsh when it comes to incompetent fuckatude as I grew to hate it while in.
I am in no way trying to toot the military horn here, just agreeing that it is a powerful experience and that they do deliberately try to get people young and mold them. If you can maintain your sense of self and have a goal it's ok, but I have to admit the military life was not for me, mostly due to the double talk/think required.
Having to spout homily about honor while officers bang enlisted, then give them the best promotions/jobs, and people drink/drug themselves literally to death was dispiriting to say the least.
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FUCK SOFTWARE DEVLOPERS! FUCK THEM IN THE EYE!
WITH A SPOON! A RUSTY ONE! SIDEWAYS!
If you DON'T apply software-updates, you WILL have Problems sooner or later.
If you DO apply software-updates, you WILL have Problems IMMEDIATELY!
Why the FUCK would you decide to switch around the audio jack assignment software side in a fucking driver update to the sound card and not tell people that in some way? -.-
I do tech support and i start to understand people running WinXP without any security updates and not caring that they are part of bot nets responsible for all kinds of stupid shit . . because that is not their problem, as long as thier computer works . . and with every update you rist something simply not working anymore on your very own computer, which is bullshit . .
Also, if windumb can live with the graphics driver crashing and restart that driver, then why does it need to fucking reboot for a sound driver?
AAARRRRG!
</rant>
FUCK SOFTWARE DEVLOPERS! FUCK THEM IN THE EYE!
WITH A SPOON! A RUSTY ONE! SIDEWAYS!
If you DON'T apply software-updates, you WILL have Problems sooner or later.
If you DO apply software-updates, you WILL have Problems IMMEDIATELY!
Why the FUCK would you decide to switch around the audio jack assignment software side in a fucking driver update to the sound card and not tell people that in some way? -.-
I do tech support and i start to understand people running WinXP without any security updates and not caring that they are part of bot nets responsible for all kinds of stupid shit . . because that is not their problem, as long as thier computer works . . and with every update you rist something simply not working anymore on your very own computer, which is bullshit . .
Also, if windumb can live with the graphics driver crashing and restart that driver, then why does it need to fucking reboot for a sound driver?
AAARRRRG!
</rant>
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Peculiar properties of spacetime ensure that the perception of the magnitude of Soon is fluid and dependent, not on an individual's time-reference, but on spatial and cultural location. A marketer generally perceives Soon as a finite, known, yet unspeakable time-interval; to a fan, the interval appears greater, and may in fact approach the infinite, becoming Never. Once the interval has passed, however, a certain time-lensing effect seems to occur, and the time-interval becomes vanishingly small. We therefore see the strange result that the same fragment of spacetime may be observed, in quick succession, as Soon, Never, and All Too Quickly.
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Stahl: I've noticed that, I keep having to reboot my computer because my sound stops working randomly, that might have something to do with it.
My doctor is the biggest asshole I have ever met. And not in a good way, in a "I'm not going to listen to you because I don't care what you have to say" and not in a "I'm going to give you some harsh truths that are going to make you a better person" kind of way.
Basically, the only subject that she will speak about is my weight. She told me four months ago that I needed to lose 50 pounds. I did manage to lose 10 pounds in four months. And I upped my exercise to twice a week (when I started seeing her back in March I was completely bedridden, and walking from my bed to the toilet knocked the wind out of me, now I have a 3 mile route through town that I walk twice a week.) I was thinking "Alright, I'm making good progress on my goals, right?" FUCKING WRONG. She lectured me today for half an hour about my weight and lack of activity. I'm not saying that she's wrong that I need to lose weight, but geez, you can look at your chart and see my weight loss progress, and you can see that all my bloodwork is coming out with much better numbers than they were four months ago.
She refuses to even speak to me about my RBB block. She refuses to even discuss my depressive episodes with me (she literally cuts me off by saying "I'm not interested in talking about that, you need to lose weight first").
I have a pretty good insurance plan that doesn't make me pick a PCP, I can literally go to anyone in network. I may start seeing someone else.
My doctor is the biggest asshole I have ever met. And not in a good way, in a "I'm not going to listen to you because I don't care what you have to say" and not in a "I'm going to give you some harsh truths that are going to make you a better person" kind of way.
Basically, the only subject that she will speak about is my weight. She told me four months ago that I needed to lose 50 pounds. I did manage to lose 10 pounds in four months. And I upped my exercise to twice a week (when I started seeing her back in March I was completely bedridden, and walking from my bed to the toilet knocked the wind out of me, now I have a 3 mile route through town that I walk twice a week.) I was thinking "Alright, I'm making good progress on my goals, right?" FUCKING WRONG. She lectured me today for half an hour about my weight and lack of activity. I'm not saying that she's wrong that I need to lose weight, but geez, you can look at your chart and see my weight loss progress, and you can see that all my bloodwork is coming out with much better numbers than they were four months ago.
She refuses to even speak to me about my RBB block. She refuses to even discuss my depressive episodes with me (she literally cuts me off by saying "I'm not interested in talking about that, you need to lose weight first").
I have a pretty good insurance plan that doesn't make me pick a PCP, I can literally go to anyone in network. I may start seeing someone else.
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I told my doc once that i was paying his bills and called him an incompetent idiot loud enough for most of the clinic to hear me when he did not deem my problems actually important enough to go over. Got another doctor next time that actually listened to me. Seriously, the fucking idiot wanted me to go to work when i could barely speak, even after i communicated to him that i worked in a fucking callcenter, where i would need to be able to talk for 9 hours straight basically . . throat hurt like hell after that and i basically was unable to talk completely for the rest of the week, but it was so worth it.
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Shrapnel wrote:TFwiki wrote:Soon is the name of the region in the time-domain (familiar to all marketing departments, and to the moderators and staff of Fun Publications) which sees release of all BotCon news, club exclusives, and other fan desirables. Soon is when then will become now.
Peculiar properties of spacetime ensure that the perception of the magnitude of Soon is fluid and dependent, not on an individual's time-reference, but on spatial and cultural location. A marketer generally perceives Soon as a finite, known, yet unspeakable time-interval; to a fan, the interval appears greater, and may in fact approach the infinite, becoming Never. Once the interval has passed, however, a certain time-lensing effect seems to occur, and the time-interval becomes vanishingly small. We therefore see the strange result that the same fragment of spacetime may be observed, in quick succession, as Soon, Never, and All Too Quickly.
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One thing I learned from nailing a doctor for a few years: doctors are just as likely to be idiots as anyone else.Stahlseele wrote:I told my doc once that i was paying his bills and called him an incompetent idiot loud enough for most of the clinic to hear me when he did not deem my problems actually important enough to go over. Got another doctor next time that actually listened to me. Seriously, the fucking idiot wanted me to go to work when i could barely speak, even after i communicated to him that i worked in a fucking callcenter, where i would need to be able to talk for 9 hours straight basically . . throat hurt like hell after that and i basically was unable to talk completely for the rest of the week, but it was so worth it.
In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
Winnah wrote:No, No. 'Prak' is actually a Thri Kreen impersonating a human and roleplaying himself as a D&D character. All hail our hidden insect overlords.
FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
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Ah, where would my sex life be if it wasn't for women occasionally making horrible mistakes?
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In this moment, I am Ur-phoric. Not because of any phony god’s blessing. But because, I am enlightened by my int score.
Honestly, I can really only ascribe my own sex life to the same thing.
Cuz apparently I gotta break this down for you dense motherfuckers- I'm trans feminine nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.
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FrankTrollman wrote:In Soviet Russia, cosmic horror is the default state.
You should gain sanity for finding out that the problems of a region are because there are fucking monsters there.
I have recently been moved onto a new project in the company which has some very senior people watching it. It's a really interesting piece of work but the visibility is scary. What's most intimidating is the prospect of success: if I deliver then I'm going to be expected to keep on doing it, and may have a very serious chance of being fast-tracked to somewhere more senior. There's a large part of me that's getting pretty rabbit-in-the-headlights about this and just wants to hide instead of rising to the challenge.
Does anyone have any tips?
Does anyone have any tips?
Punch the car.
Seriously.
If this is something you can do, do it. Go be a Viking, pillaging your projecy's coastline. Go be a Mongol, driving your project before you. Be the Assyrian, etc.
It's much more fun, much more fulfilling, and the pay is better.
Seriously.
If this is something you can do, do it. Go be a Viking, pillaging your projecy's coastline. Go be a Mongol, driving your project before you. Be the Assyrian, etc.
It's much more fun, much more fulfilling, and the pay is better.
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think about wether or not you actually WANT to be fast-tracked to somewhere more senior . .
at work, one of my best buddies got promoted pretty far recently, haven't seen him look that forlorn in years.
at work, one of my best buddies got promoted pretty far recently, haven't seen him look that forlorn in years.
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Shrapnel wrote:TFwiki wrote:Soon is the name of the region in the time-domain (familiar to all marketing departments, and to the moderators and staff of Fun Publications) which sees release of all BotCon news, club exclusives, and other fan desirables. Soon is when then will become now.
Peculiar properties of spacetime ensure that the perception of the magnitude of Soon is fluid and dependent, not on an individual's time-reference, but on spatial and cultural location. A marketer generally perceives Soon as a finite, known, yet unspeakable time-interval; to a fan, the interval appears greater, and may in fact approach the infinite, becoming Never. Once the interval has passed, however, a certain time-lensing effect seems to occur, and the time-interval becomes vanishingly small. We therefore see the strange result that the same fragment of spacetime may be observed, in quick succession, as Soon, Never, and All Too Quickly.
Laertes wrote:I have recently been moved onto a new project in the company which has some very senior people watching it. It's a really interesting piece of work but the visibility is scary. What's most intimidating is the prospect of success: if I deliver then I'm going to be expected to keep on doing it, and may have a very serious chance of being fast-tracked to somewhere more senior. There's a large part of me that's getting pretty rabbit-in-the-headlights about this and just wants to hide instead of rising to the challenge.
Does anyone have any tips?
I am in the same boat. Started getting noticed about 2 years ago and was invited for "Drinks" about a year ago with my boss. Ended up in a bar with all the VP's for my company and being greeted as "The guy taking over after us".
Very scary, however I would agree with the above poster.
If you want the money and feel you would not hate a higher position then grab it!
It's what I decided to do and things have been very interesting for the last two years...
Just if your company is anything like mine be prepared for the fact that if you succeed at one impossible task they will give you a harder one.
I have been told that it is unwritten "policy" among upper management in my company to push a prospective manager/VP until he fails. You are judged on how far you got and how you dealt with failure, along with how the failure occurred.
So in short If you want it, don't accept it, TAKE IT.
Also, relax and do your best, while being aware at least some of what's coming is going to be the higher ups measuring\screwing with you. They are people after all too.
Oh, and I am sure you know this, but in my experience 90% of all promotion/hiring decisions are done at the bar/golf course. So be prepared to perhaps interact with some powerful people in a less business and more "Relaxed" setting. This will be your real management interview, and where all the real measuring up is done.
Hope this helps.
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Since depression can have pretty obvious effects on attempts to lose weight, AND both depression and weight problems can have mutual underlying causes that would need to be addressed in themselves, ignoring the patient talking about depressive episodes is a major no-no. The potential for endocrine disorders alone is... well.Count Arioch the 28th wrote:She refuses to even speak to me about my RBB block. She refuses to even discuss my depressive episodes with me (she literally cuts me off by saying "I'm not interested in talking about that, you need to lose weight first").
I think you need to find someone else. Not because this doctor is unpleasant, but because I think she's incompetent.